Is this our Aunty Lily
always bolder
older than
the two of us
Is this our Aunt Lily
Jack’s away again
pitching steel
Lily
after citing Mary’s prayers
or
fulfilling fantasy
the beginning
of unsettled sleep
the midst
of invitation
the limit
of innocence
Where are we
Lily’s room
once real
lucky young men
stroking fiery thighs
breathing lightly
or just inside
Hopper like
her doorway
so young again
Regardless
Edward Hopper
artist-husband-voyeur
Have
you
no
shame?